Blood Red (Adopted by Cannibals)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Nova, go sit on your bed, I'll grab all the supplies." She smiled in my direction before disappearing out of the room. Listening to Ann's instructions I sat down on the dark red comforter. My blood completely blending in with the room. I guess it doesn't matter is I bleed on the floor or bed, you don't see it either way. Several minutes later Ann came back, her arms filled with towels, bottles, and bandages. I observed her as she gently placed everything on the (red) bedside table. I watched as she uncapped the bottle and poured some onto one of the small towels. Watching curiously, she moved the cloth over to one of the cuts and without warning pressed down. To say it burned is an understatement. I scream out in pain as she continues to move the cloth to each one of the cuts. I knew rubbing alcohol would hurt but I never expected it to sting this much. It's a whole new kind of hell on its own.

"Hold still now." She stated glaring slightly at me. It's not my fault it's too freaking painful. I desperately try to keep still but can't help but flinch as she places the cloth down once again. More tears spill from my eyes and several more screams escape my lips. Can this day just be over already? When she pulls away the cloth, she replaces it back on the small table, I take this moment to ask her a question that has been nagging at me since I was introduced to their family.

"Why did you kidnap me?" She looked up shocked.

"Oh honey, no, we didn't kidnap you, we adopted you." She smiled happily as she grabbed on the bandages, cutting it down to size and placing it on my lap. Grabbing the tape, she gently tapped the gauze down onto my leg, successfully covering one of the wounds. Just several more to go. Yay. Note the sarcasm.

"Fine. Why did you adopt me?" I tried again, hoping she would answer this time.

"We adopted you because we always wanted a daughter, but I was unable to have any more children after Jake. Three years ago, while out for groceries, I saw you. You were a whole lot younger than, walking sadly beside the older adults, your birth parents I believe they were." I gaped at her. She saw me three years ago. Actually, I should have known they had been watching me since then, that's when the killings started happening. She paced down another gauze and another. Gently tapping each one down to my leg.

"Darling, you know we don't like hurting you. We do it to discipline you. You know this right?" I looked up at her however she was still looking down at my legs, placing each bandage down carefully.

No. They love hurting me, otherwise, they wouldn't have killed my family, killed Eliza, kidnapped me, cut me and keeping me here. "Yes, I know," I whispered out. It is no use fighting with her about this. I will have to pretend to like it here, maybe then I'll have a chance of escape.

"Darling listen to me;" I looked up sitting silently. By now she has finished wrapping my legs and is sitting before me, staring intently. "The outside world is cruel and unsafe for a young girl like you. We'll keep you safe." Does she really think that I'll believe her after everything that they have done to me? There is no way that I can possibly trust them, but I need them to think that I am happy, that I trust them, that I'm happy. I don't know if I can fool them, however. Having to call them my parents every day is impossible. I only have one set of parents and they are dead, but they will never be replaced. How are they protecting me from the outside world, when all they do is hurt me, they cut me. I just want to leave. They believe that the outside world is dangers but really that are the ones that are dangerous. My eyes dart over to the window. I wonder if I could break it. I wonder if I could make it out and run far, far away.

"The outside world isn't dangerous, I was happy," I whisper out. A small part of me regrets saying this and hope she doesn't hear but the bigger part of me is happy I said it. Looking up and noticed her looking sadly in my direction.